The Perfect Man

This is one of those movies you rent on a lazy saturday or sunday when you are folding laundry and/or talking on the phone periodically. I thought it was entertaining but the plot and theme was a joke.

Sounds like Vita has some issues. Women like her is the reason why I am a single guy.ANYWAYS,I liked it. It was wholesome, somewhat funny and entertaining. I would of guessed that it was a Disney movie but it isn't. It was very well written and things fall into place nicely. All in all, if you like Disney and romance on the lighter side you will definitely like this movie. No blood and guts or sex here, just a nice movie. I give it a thumbs up!!Mark

It was alright, good for watching as a family.

What happens when you get a bunch of blondes in one movie, vomit drivel all over pages of a script and use the soundtrack to promote mediocre pop hits . . . you get The Perfect Man.I can see movie producers sitting around with Starbucks cups saying, “Yeah, Heather Locklear won’t be too hard on the eyes for the guys, and that guy from Sex in the City, what’s his name . . . yeah, we will use him.”The headlining character, played by Hilary Duff, is a blubbering bore.Just because she uses the same color of Clairol hair dye as Heather Locklear does not make them seem at all like mother and daughter.The mom, Jean, refuses to cloak her desperate attempts at landing a man with anything beyond the general disgusting, pathetic, female hunger all of us are oh so ashamed by, myself included.She is a woman more focused on the pursuit for a man than her own children’s lives.That would be a very interesting story if the only one who didn’t find this objectionable is a snotty teenager whose only motivation is more focus on her own boring existence.Even recalling what about this movie was the least bit interesting is difficult, though it wasn’t so dead in the water that I didn’t finish watching it.I did.Hilary Duff’s face has thinned and has lost the baby fat, making her head look big; even when she is wallowing in the corner somewhere crying because her estrogen levels are not in synch with her pituitary gland.Moments like these try to force an emotional backbone in an otherwise limp section of folded skin.The only interesting tangent I can draw out of this is a question that has grown out of a number of women I have spoken with- why must men be the center piece of all the conversations we have amidst ourselves?Why are men more interesting than everything else in our lives, at least in conversations with other women?